Twilight fell upon the desolate wastelands of the desert. The man stumbled in a drunken haze and collapsed in a wheezing pile. His final breaths, whisky laden, seeped from his crooked mouth. His bowels gave way, in a surging mess faeces and urine lavished his clothing.
The Dodge Viper burnt through the winding coast roads screeching miraculously close to the edge of the cliff. The driver squinted through the darts of sunlight. Crashing through the tranquil surrounds the alien form split heavily as it struck the telephone pole. Exploding through the windscreen, the driver left his enclosure, with sickening energy he crushed into the barrier dying instantly.